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he said, "What do you want to know?" I thought for a moment. "What's your name?" I asked, "Your real name." He smiled, "Theodore." "Theodore," I repeated. He let out a short laugh, "Not what you were expecting?" I shrugged, "I was expecting Lucifer or Hades or something along those lines," I said. "No. Not quite," he said with a grin, "The name Theodore means a gift from the Goddesses." I narrowed my eyes, "Hmmm. A gift to who exactly?"

She knelt, preparing to massage Anna's tired legs. Anna quickly shook her head. "That's not necessary." She smiled apologetically. "Maybe you can do it after my books done." She still wasn't accustomed to receiving such devoted service. Although she understood that this was probably part of royal protocol, having other people fuss over her—and especially touch her—still felt unfamiliar. A few moments later, Theo returned carrying several thick books as if they weighed nothing at all. Each one was about as thick as the college textbooks Anna used to study from.

Medi Forest-(OUTSIDE ZEURION CITY) Althea "IT'S nice to see you both, once again... after such a long, long time," Serge stated while locking his gaze on us. Then he looked straight in my direction and said, "Am I right my sweet Thea?"

Theo mumbled incoherently, his scent wrapping protectively around her, “I only worry about you.” Thea’s face instantly turned serious, her voice tinged with sadness. “Last night, I went to the Rainbow Bridge orphanage. I delivered some clothes for the children.” Theo replied, “Next time, take me with you.” Thea froze. The Theo in this life was full of empathy—completely different from the cold, ruthless Alpha from her previous life. Had the magnetic field of her rebirth caused a change? Or was this guy just good at pretending? Thea nodded generously. “Next time, I’ll bring you.”

Theo appeared before The Architect, blazing with Genesis Flame energy, holding all seven realities together with his consciousness alone. "You can't have them," Theo said simply. "They're mine to protect." "YOU CANNOT RESIST ME. I AM THE ARCHITECT." "And I am Theo Morris. Brother. Uncle. Mate. Friend. Reality Anchor. Genesis Flame Guardian. And I choose who gets to exist." Theo's form expanded, matching The Architect's scale. "You made one mistake in your design." "IMPOSSIBLE. MY DESIGN IS PERFECT."

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It took Theo a moment to look up and acknowledge that we were all there now, waiting for him to wake from the trance he had been in. He looks like he hasn't slept in years. "Old magic." That's all Theo says in response. Trish's eyes go wide as she looks from Theo to me. "That has been extinct for thousands of years, Theo! How is that possible?" Nadia says from behind me. I turn and watch her and Sybil walk in behind us and directly over to Theo. "It's the only thing that could mimic itself as black magic, Nadia. I've run every test I could think of. I found this in my father's collection of books. I knew something was familiar with the markers," Theo says, handing a book over to my aunt.

Theo shrugged, and he continued, "I know she lied and you really wanted us to hate her because you do. But I am more practical and don't dwell on just what one person says. Just because you're my friend doesn't mean I should always jump in your defense." "You don't even know who she is," I said. "I know she's the best thing that has ever happened to you," Theo pointed out. Once again, I snorted but said nothing. I had nothing to say. Even if I had, I knew Theo would counter me. "So, what did you do?" He asked, finally picking a book. From the cover, I knew the exact book he had taken. "I did nothing wrong," I said. "Highly unlikely," Theo muttered.

The world spun around me, a chaotic blur of flesh and sin. And then there was Sister Barbara. The very knees she used to teach me to pray, to submit my whole being to the Lord, were now stained with the grime of depravity. She was a hurricane of motion, her body a slave to the desires of the men surrounding her. The image of her, my spiritual guide, lost in a whirlwind of carnal debauchery, shattered the last remnants of my faith.

BROOKE “Sup, nerds?” I whip my head around the side of my computer monitor to stare toward the open door of the IT hub, groaning internally when I see the person behind the rude greeting. Theo is leaning against the doorframe, taking up most of it with his massive size. Thick, corded forearms folded across his chest; he surveys the room with a condescending eye. What the heck is he doing here? The IT hub is the last place I’d expect Theo to be. Perhaps he was trying to find the weight room. Did he get lost?